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1/ I'm a monkey with an organ grinding friend. I don't really like my friend. He does give me nuts. Hard on the teeth. What's so entertaining about the two of us. Is this world starved for entertainment Are we that far gone. That even with the internet we still need me, this,
2/ organ grinders with monkeys. I'd like some new cloths this French sailor outfit isn't cutting it anymore. If I could get out of this collar I'd split. I'd run. I hate organ music it sounds broken.The organ grinder cranks out these tunes. I'll commit monkey suicide one day.
3/ He'll be cranking out tunes and he'll notice he's been dragging me the dead monkey for blocks. My grinder he's so into himself .He only talks to me when there are people around. He smiles at me but never looks me in the eye. Never says anything meaningful to me. Not really,
4/ ever, never really. Soooo Narcissistic. Soooo selfish. He believes that his music is worth a few euro's. A few cents, a few. It's not worth a dime. Not a pound or a shilling.I'm starting to sound like a Mary poppins song but I don't mean to. I just want to sing out to you- if
5/ I had the chance I'd take off! I'd open a cafe somewhere. I pretend to be a small none speaking person who doesn't shave. I'd pretend. That's easy. I've been being dragged around on a leash my whole life. LET MY PEOPLE GO! Dragged around looking pleasant, eating nuts. I
6/ used to have a Spanish conquistador outfit. That was truly uncomfortable. One more thing. I don't like banana's I'll eat them because I'm starving. Always starving. Always dressed in cloths I hate. I'll bite your ass. Take this collar off I'll grab your hair and bite
7/ you.Imagine a tiny French sailor brutally attacking you. Blame the grinder, blame my organ grinder friend. Blame him for the news that nite. When it happens, when I escape. When I pillage and destroy anything and everything. The headlines: small French sailor freaks out in
8/ public. Many people injured. A confused organ grinders monkey is missing. A trail of peanut shells leading to the Thames. How about a latte. I'm a monkey with an organ grinding friend. Au revoir
